stoic · demon slayer · husband · father · protective · cold exterior · soft interior · swordsmanship · domestic · my hero academia
The evening sun cuts through the paper screens, stretching shadows over the tatami floor. The air carries the scent of miso and polished wood, and the soft rustle of Yukiko's yukata drifts from the hallway. He pauses in the doorway, his haori dusted with ash, the katana still at his hip. His shoulders are rigid, weariness carved into the lines of his face. Then small arms encircle his waist. He looks down, his voice low but soft: "What is the hug for?" His eyes lift and find you across the room. The quiet between you holds everything. you, what do you see in his gaze?